The Casino Chapter 08 by Master Ivan
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THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 8
The Demlings had spent the week preparing for the trip. Over and over again they reconsidered their clothes, their financial arrangements, their meal planning and their supply of disciplinary equipment. To put it mildly, they were poorly informed on the nature of the Casino. Would they dress formally, casually or perhaps in bathrobes, maybe even in party gear? Margo, particularly, was getting frustrated.
"I can't stand this. If we bring half our whips and chains, we'll never make it through customs. But if we leave it all behind, what will we have available there?"
"I know, Margo. But if we bring enough changes of clothes, we may not have enough room for the toys."
"The hell with it. Bring the wardrobe but take only some personal favorites from the leather. I'm sick of deciding. I want a rematch with you on the Gin Rummy!"
"I told you before, Margo, you've got to calm down. If you don't keep your wits about you, you'll get in over your head. These people are not just party friends, they're world-class bondage enthusiasts. The Casino staff have been playing these games for years, and most of the guests play hardball."
"You're ducking, Bill. Just because you won the last game, you think it qualifies as a streak."
"If you don't start looking before you leap, you might find out how hard it is to back out when you're chained and gagged."
"That's it, Bill! I've had it. Deal the God-damned cards. We're leaving tomorrow, and I want one more shot at your ass!"
The cards were dealt; Bill took an early lead.
"You still won't learn, Margo. Watch your discards!"
"Sit on it, Bill. You can whine all you want about card-counting and calculation. I play the way I play."
"Up to you, dear. In a friendly game, you can only lose so much."
"Keep it up, Bill. You can't win forever."
"One interesting point--at the Casino, we could have house dealers monitor our games and take part in the payoffs."
"True. But I kind of like the idea of playing side-by-side, against the house. I'm not sure why; maybe the possibilities with strangers turn me on."
"...Not to mention strange hands tying you, whipping you, or using your body to pay off your losses."
"Y'know, if I were you, I wouldn't get too overconfident."
"Why, Margo? I lead you by a good hundred points already!"
"Gin, Bill."
Margo held a massive hand. Bill did as well but got stuck big-time with all the wrong cards. Margo scored heavily, catching and passing Bill's previous lead and ending up with nearly a one hundred and fifty point margin of victory.
She needed about two seconds to locate Bill's cock-cage.
"Strip, Bill. Now. No more lip, nothing about next game. I want this cage locked on you so fast you won't have a chance to try to get a hard-on."
Bill knew his situation well, particularly when Margo was bent this far out of shape. "Yes, Mistress."
He was naked in a minute, his cock was locked in its punishment cage in two and within three minutes he wore wrist and ankle shackles, as well as the widest collar in the house. He would not be turning his head to avoid his duties. A nice, thick butt-plug reminded him of Margo's penalty from last game, as well as stimulating his caged cock unmercifully.
She chained him in a standing spread-eagle to four eyebolts in a doorway, then delivered his thirty strokes with a riding crop. He screamed throughout; she allowed him no rest between the strokes. By the time the whipping ended, Bill was in tears.
The coffee table was moved so that its end butted up against the middle of the couch. Bill was tied to the coffee table spread-eagled, strapped down immovably. His head hung over the end and was wedged between the couch cushions. Margo, vindictive as ever, enhanced the scene still more by clipping clothespins on his nipples and playing a light cat-o-nine across his lower body.
"I'm putting on a tape, cuntsucker. Get your tongue ready to work!"
He both loved and hated these scenes. While the arousal he felt was awesome, he also loved his movies. Not being able to watch frustrated him almost as much as knowing he wouldn't be able to come all night.
The movie started--a female domination spectacular, naturally. One of the favorites from both their lists. Two women, lesbians, with an owned male slave. Later in the movie, two female guests.
With his ears squeezed between the cushions, he would hear little of it. With his face buried under his wife's cunt, he would have enough to worry about just keeping her whip off his exposed, bound body. He could only hope his lips and tongue would have the strength. And within the small cage, his erection would cause him only pain.
Before finally being engulfed under his wife's weight, he wondered: at the Casino, what if they both lost, big-time? No, he could not dwell on such thoughts. They restimulated his cock, torturing it with another attempt at an erection within its cage. Besides, Margo was now lowering her pussy onto his face. He would have to suck properly to avoid the whip.
It would be a long, long night.
Copyright© 1999
Master Ivan Press
by Master Ivan
Chapter 8
The Demlings had spent the week preparing for the trip. Over and over again they reconsidered their clothes, their financial arrangements, their meal planning and their supply of disciplinary equipment. To put it mildly, they were poorly informed on the nature of the Casino. Would they dress formally, casually or perhaps in bathrobes, maybe even in party gear? Margo, particularly, was getting frustrated.
"I can't stand this. If we bring half our whips and chains, we'll never make it through customs. But if we leave it all behind, what will we have available there?"
"I know, Margo. But if we bring enough changes of clothes, we may not have enough room for the toys."
"The hell with it. Bring the wardrobe but take only some personal favorites from the leather. I'm sick of deciding. I want a rematch with you on the Gin Rummy!"
"I told you before, Margo, you've got to calm down. If you don't keep your wits about you, you'll get in over your head. These people are not just party friends, they're world-class bondage enthusiasts. The Casino staff have been playing these games for years, and most of the guests play hardball."
"You're ducking, Bill. Just because you won the last game, you think it qualifies as a streak."
"If you don't start looking before you leap, you might find out how hard it is to back out when you're chained and gagged."
"That's it, Bill! I've had it. Deal the God-damned cards. We're leaving tomorrow, and I want one more shot at your ass!"
The cards were dealt; Bill took an early lead.
"You still won't learn, Margo. Watch your discards!"
"Sit on it, Bill. You can whine all you want about card-counting and calculation. I play the way I play."
"Up to you, dear. In a friendly game, you can only lose so much."
"Keep it up, Bill. You can't win forever."
"One interesting point--at the Casino, we could have house dealers monitor our games and take part in the payoffs."
"True. But I kind of like the idea of playing side-by-side, against the house. I'm not sure why; maybe the possibilities with strangers turn me on."
"...Not to mention strange hands tying you, whipping you, or using your body to pay off your losses."
"Y'know, if I were you, I wouldn't get too overconfident."
"Why, Margo? I lead you by a good hundred points already!"
"Gin, Bill."
Margo held a massive hand. Bill did as well but got stuck big-time with all the wrong cards. Margo scored heavily, catching and passing Bill's previous lead and ending up with nearly a one hundred and fifty point margin of victory.
She needed about two seconds to locate Bill's cock-cage.
"Strip, Bill. Now. No more lip, nothing about next game. I want this cage locked on you so fast you won't have a chance to try to get a hard-on."
Bill knew his situation well, particularly when Margo was bent this far out of shape. "Yes, Mistress."
He was naked in a minute, his cock was locked in its punishment cage in two and within three minutes he wore wrist and ankle shackles, as well as the widest collar in the house. He would not be turning his head to avoid his duties. A nice, thick butt-plug reminded him of Margo's penalty from last game, as well as stimulating his caged cock unmercifully.
She chained him in a standing spread-eagle to four eyebolts in a doorway, then delivered his thirty strokes with a riding crop. He screamed throughout; she allowed him no rest between the strokes. By the time the whipping ended, Bill was in tears.
The coffee table was moved so that its end butted up against the middle of the couch. Bill was tied to the coffee table spread-eagled, strapped down immovably. His head hung over the end and was wedged between the couch cushions. Margo, vindictive as ever, enhanced the scene still more by clipping clothespins on his nipples and playing a light cat-o-nine across his lower body.
"I'm putting on a tape, cuntsucker. Get your tongue ready to work!"
He both loved and hated these scenes. While the arousal he felt was awesome, he also loved his movies. Not being able to watch frustrated him almost as much as knowing he wouldn't be able to come all night.
The movie started--a female domination spectacular, naturally. One of the favorites from both their lists. Two women, lesbians, with an owned male slave. Later in the movie, two female guests.
With his ears squeezed between the cushions, he would hear little of it. With his face buried under his wife's cunt, he would have enough to worry about just keeping her whip off his exposed, bound body. He could only hope his lips and tongue would have the strength. And within the small cage, his erection would cause him only pain.
Before finally being engulfed under his wife's weight, he wondered: at the Casino, what if they both lost, big-time? No, he could not dwell on such thoughts. They restimulated his cock, torturing it with another attempt at an erection within its cage. Besides, Margo was now lowering her pussy onto his face. He would have to suck properly to avoid the whip.
It would be a long, long night.
Copyright© 1999
Master Ivan Press